She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made
herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic
Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown
Bookmarks grove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her
own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek,
then she continued her way.
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned
the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been
rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin
would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and
return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could
convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious ambushed her.
One day however a small line of blind text by the
name of decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The
Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad
Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind
Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into
the belt and made herself on the way.
